I was born into life alone. I will leave it alone, too. I walk this life alone, now, just as an adolescent. Dripped in the color of rage, dying in the shade of blood, my steps leaving a maroon pool in their wake. Crimson sazuki azaleas don’t float, not even in this climate. But their thin spider web like stems make them see like they do. The world is sepia. Gray and washed out. But I walk alone. N...

Red flowers shall always cover the hidden darkness beneath

As they sway in the wind beauty and blossoms everywhere in sight

The red caped creature walks alone knife in sheath

It shall meet you along the cold path out of spite

Red blossoms shall hide the blood splatters across the path

The redness shall soak into the treacherous land

The red caped creature shall unleash its wrath

Never to be seen ...

Remember that story? About that girl? In the red cloak. The one that was bringing the food to her grandmother. Then that thing attacked her.

You probably think it was a wolf. It wasn't. It was human and animal. It was earth and sky. It was above all. Above love. Above hate. Above facts. Above opinions.

And she wasn't in the forest. She was in a meadow. Filled with the lushest and most vibrant ...

i walked upon dozens of roses

red as the blood that parted moses

the path was sprinkled with beauty and wonder

each rose winked at me as i came upon its shoulder

they smiled at me and wished me good luck

hoped my travels back to earth wouldnt suck

i had come here as a sharp thorn

wishing these heavens and gods my born

but little by little each rose lit up

pormising a better life as id reach a new...

I traveled down the path,

Where they once walked before.

On a thorn covered trail with my bare feet sore.

Blood streaming from my feet,

To the roots of the flowers.

It colors the petals,

In my final hours.

Death waits for me at the end,

Crimson cloaked.

It reaches out its hand and its fingers I stroked as they once did,

Before....

A figure floated at the end of the path. Its head seemed disconnected from its body. I nearly missed it in the red flowers surrounding the red dusty path.

I took in a slow breath and stepped forward. The dried petals crunched under my feet. I closed my eyes and let myself imagine what would have happened if I had not followed this path twelve years ago.

I put my right foot in frunt of my left a...

Roses are red, daises are white

She was fled and is now nowhere in sight

She left people to cry and in sorrow,

they didn’t realize they left her alone with no love to borrow....

I am trapped in this cursed world.

Yes, I have delivered the biscuits to my grandmother-

walked on that path-

Thousands-

Thusands of times.

My destiny is ever unchanged- until now.

The flowers- which I once collected- sprout thorns and push me away.

Don ’ t fall for the illusions the wolf has set for you! they say.

Yet-

however much blood I must shed-

when I reach the flowers on this...

Death is a mysterious thing.

You always know to expect it

but when it comes for you,

You never quite accept it.

So when the red woman came for me,

Her way one of life.

I decided to feel her presence,

Wether or not the time was right.

She strode past the bloody green,

I didn’t move an inch.

Her face was hidden in a cloak,

I haven’t forgotten since.

When she reached my figure,

The bloody path...

Every since I could remember, it was just me and him every December. We've stayed at the park when nobody else cared, we had each other and the moments we shared.

Still to this day I'll have your back, cause I'll always be a daddy's girl and that's a fact. Your getting old now and I'm getting scared. Because I know without you nobody else cares. Your all I've ever had and now your sick and it's...